Sprung

Some days bring challenges and we float in heavy flatness, waiting to feel "loving life again." Thanks Ella Langley... listen along!

It’s a little cloudy today
my reflection
will remain tightly bound
until the heavy burden
of my thoughts
untether from my psyche
float away from my self worth
leaving just the brilliance of my heart

If I have my way
I’d be beautiful and tall
with a trail of wavy flaxen and gray hair
flowing madly between
my shoulder blades
the affect of a flower
the mystique of spring

Or maybe I’d be eccentric
wearing colorful clothes
with contrasting patterns
a devil-may-care attitude
a mischievous smile from ear to ear
those around me wondering
always side-eyed
just what
I’m up to now

I don’t want to be in the middle
wearing muddled gray and black
dumbed-down colors
and downtrodden eyes
like a lightbulb that’s almost
broken
its whatsit
buzzing and burping
with occasional light
unsure whether to brighten the room
or fall out of its own frame

How do we know
when to stop,
to let the chips
fall where they may
stop looking for more
of your favorite onion dip
accept
the party’s over

But what
of the eternal optimist
that ethereal blooming orchid
they are so hard
to keep alive
aren’t they?

Maybe
just a few days
of heavy flatness,
that’s what he said
heavy flatness
yes
that’s it
heavy flatness

a few days
of heavy flatness
to process
thoughtful relevance
to return
to joyful sustenance
until
my spring
has sprung

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